As soon as the first few left, Sam grabbed her niece by the hand and bolted from the conference room. When they made it a clear distance from the Halliwell building, only then did she let go. Of course she received a boatload of back-talk from the kid. Sam ignored it, focusing instead on the group gaining number by the trucks. Her own truck, a red beat-up thing, was parked somewhere on Lewis Street. She'd keep it and its half tank of gas out of unfamiliar hands so long as she could.

"Are you listening to me?" Darcy whined.

Sam kept her eyes on the doors of the administration hall. It seemed a few others had kids following them around; she wondered if that meant they were more trustworthy, or less. "Yeah, yeah. Look squirt, you still got that knife?" From her back pocket, Darcy pulled the penknife. She could tug out the blade by herself now, and when she did, she waved it around like a flag. "Easy! It's not a damn toy."

"I know that." Darcy huffed, folded the knife inside the handle and stuffed it in her pocket. "Sam? If you're going to look around, where am I going to go?"

She hadn't thought that far ahead. Neither of the options currently bouncing around her head appealed that much. Sam and Darcy had been by one another's side since the start of this mess. Sam's heart did crazy things if her niece stood more than an arm's reach away. They'd just have to take their chances together. "You're coming with me. And you're gonna stay right next to me the whole time, all right?"

Darcy's face contorted in a frown, albeit not the same insufferable look Sam was used to getting. "Okay."

They headed back to the truck to retrieve the tire iron and tools kept hidden under the passenger seat. They weren't much in the way of weapons, but they'd been useful so far. With her tool belt clipped tight around her waist, half obscured by the tied sleeves of her overalls, Sam marched back towards the Halliwell building, niece in tow, to find the rest of the sweep volunteers.